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He's the droplets
He's that droplet on my truth He's the spangle He is that spangle maker Oh, for that's Awful that worked it shattering heads She is his She's his spangle baby And the rest made sure it's the droplet Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling He's the droplets He's that droplet on my truth He's the spangle He is that spangle maker And the rest made sure it's the droplet Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling He's the droplets He's that droplet on my truth He's the spangle He is that spangle maker And the rest made sure it's the droplet Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling Singing Broke and winded Broke and winded Whistling He's the droplets He's that droplet on my truth He's the spangle He is that spangle maker His part of the plan, it hadn't gone and there you are It scattered then, it didn't bond and there you are Oh, perhaps it's just the droplet singing Broke and winded, I whistle and there you hide His part of the plan, it hadn't gone and there you are It scattered then, it didn't bond and there you are Oh, perhaps it's just the droplet singing Broke and winded, I whistle and there you hide His part of the plan, it hadn't gone and there you are It scattered then, it didn't bond and there you are Oh, perhaps it's just the droplet singing Broke and winded, I whistle and there you hide |
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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Carrying prose
Broke my real friend The devil bites dirty We wax and we wane The devil bites dirty We wax and wane (x4) Licking our wounds The devil bites dirty Rattling we'll taste We wax and we wane The devil bites dirty We wax and wane (x4) Caring is a bury gin shot The devil bites dirty Up 'till the wee wanes Oh, we laugh in their faces The devil bites dirty We wax and wane (x8) |
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| 3:52 |
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Hidden to your heavy side
I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes Hidden to your heavy side I couldn't tell your head is so deep Hidden to her own hidden account I must have let her dame holes |
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| 4:11 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:40 |
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At times I've seen you from the oriel
At times I've seen you from the flagstones At times I've seen you from the balustrade At times I've seen you from the flagstones Another flaw, another knothole You can cajole And can cajole... At times I've seen you from the oriel At times I've seen you from the flagstones Another flaw, another knothole You may cajole You may cajole... At times I've seen you from the balustrade At times I've seen you from the flagstones At times I've seen you from the balustrade |
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| 3:57 |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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Get off the car
Kick his chain, Kick his pride Get him soaked hit run Lift up your toes In my mouth And we can make love And we can go And we can go And we can go And we can go And we can go We're covered by the sacred fire When you come to me, you come to broke Get off the car Kick his chain, Kick his pride Get him soaked hit run Lift up your toes In my mouth And we can make love And we can go And we can go And we can go And we can go And we can go We're covered by the sacred fire When you come to me, you come to broke Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt Without a doubt We're covered by the sacred fire When you come to me, you come to me broke Guilty girl, Guilty boy Get to make out Him chocked with mousse Lift up your toes In my mouth And we can make love And we can go We're covered by the sacred fire When you come to me, you come to me broke Guilty girl, Guilty boy Get to make out Him chocked with mousse Lift up your toes In my mouth And we can make love And we can go |
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| 8. |
| 3:58 |
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Gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice
On pepper tree Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's My easel she You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice On purple scotch Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's My easel touch Gain his voice On pepper tree Heart's been swallowed whole Who's real muse and she You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice On purple scotch Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's My easel touch Gain his voice On pepper tree Heart's been swallowed whole Who's real muse and she Heart's been swallowed whole Who's real muse and she You gotta, gotta, gotta gain his voice On purple scotch Harden, harden, harden dont's and wont's My easel touch |
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| 9. |
| 4:37 |
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Did it again
Real fast for a genius Meridienne Were genius too, ah Writes a song Their favourite genius Somebody's She turned thirteen oh Tragedienne Am I pretty enough Musette and drums Real fast for a genius Somebody's She turned thirteen oh Writes a song Their favourite genius Somebody's She turned thirteen oh Tragedienne Am I pretty enough Musette and drums They are genius too |
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